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Every day is about seizing, for me. I seize every moment. I seize every opportunity. I seize every chance. 

During the work week, I seize the means of production... in the most capitalist way possible. I make ads.

On the weekends, I wind down and cook. I have a famous secret Caesar salad dressing. I throw in anchovies, fresh lemon, mayo, garlic mashed with salt and sugar, Dijon, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, and parmesan. 

And every month, I seize. It's been an on-and-off monthly tradition for the past 14 years. I collapse, and for around three minutes I am just not there. I wake up completely confused, embarrassed, and scared... usually surrounded by strangers who think they just witnessed a demonic possession. But in fact, it was just a seizure. 

I've had them everywhere: in my 3 x 2 bathroom shower, on the pedestrian side of the Manhattan Bridge, in the backseat on the way to Chuck E. Cheese where my friend first thought I was interpretive dancing, in seat 14C on my flight from Miami, and so many other lovely places. 

But you know one place I haven't brought my seizing talents to? The NYC Marathon. 

I can't guarantee I won't seize during the marathon. But I can guarantee I will cross that finish line, raise money for FACES and NYU Langone, and help move us closer to a cure for epilepsy.​